Hallo!
This is just a furrendly message to anyone about to read this story.
One: This story DOES CONTAIN MINOR SEASON 2 SPOILERS. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS, PLEASE WAIT UNTIL YOU HAVE SEEN SEASON 2. I HONHISSTLY RECCOMEND YOU DO FURRST, IT'S CLAWESOME!
Two: Since it is a conversation my friend and I made, there is no real end to this story yet, everything is sporadic and of the moment. So we cannot pawromise to mew that this will in fact have an ending.
Three: There are suggestive scenes in this, so if you are blind to the millions of Marichat sin, or other kinds of ship shenanigans, then...I am sorry for your IQ. You must be as smart as Chat Noir is. Regardless, I assure you this is not full blown Mature content. But there is swearing and sorta sexual themes.
Furr: HAVE FUN AND STAY MIRACULOUS! :D
P.S. All characters have been aged up. Therefore Adrien and Marinette are not their canon 13-14 year olds, they are 17-18 years old.
ENJOY!
After waiting for her regular visitor that never came, Marinette thought that she could finally catch up on her sleep. However, her plans had once again been cancelled by the excited, rapping noise on her windowsill.
The familiar black clad hero, with his messy blonde locks stood out amongst the dark sky, his electrifying green eyes curiously peering into the warmth of her room. With a Cheshire grin, he greeted her, 'Does a Purrincess have time for a stray?' He shivered as a sudden cold brush of wind rushed past, his breath fogging the window ever so slightly.
'Tikki hide!' the bluenette whispered in panic to her kwami, the tiny companion quickly whisking away into the shadows. 'Hello?... Oh Chat, it's you. What are you doing out here?' she asked as she automatically started walking across her room.
'I just needed the fresh air. Besides,' he shrugged, 'a little late night patrol around Paris is quite the sight.'
Marinette climbed her stairs to open her balcony trapdoor. It creaked open as she lifted it above her head, the wind blasting her in the face the wider it opened. The girl gasped at the sudden drop in temperature, 'It's so cold out, Chat!' her teeth chattered. Marinette stood aside to welcome her friend in. 'Come inside, I can't have Paris' hero freeze to death!'
The boy bowed his head in thanks. 'Your kindness warms my heart'.
The bluenette laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder as he passed by her. 'Ha. Be careful there, Chat, don't want to betray "Your Lady" now,' she told him sarcastically, her back turned on him as she banished the cold air from entering into her room. She turned back to face him. 'Do you want some cookies? I have some leftover from this afternoon's baking.'
Chat placed a hand over his heart with a mocking gasp. 'Betraying My Lady will never happen in any of my 9 lives Purrincess.' his tail swished at the mention of his love. 'I do love cookies, but don't go through any unnecessary trouble for me. I was just heading home anyway when I passed your bakery and saw your light on... what has kept you up so late?'
Marinette sighed, her mind in another place. 'I wish Adrien would be the one calling me Princess, instead I just get this mangy alley cat instead. He is pretty sweet though, regardless of his flirtations.' she thought to herself, completely unaware that Chat was looking at her expectantly. 'I...um...heheh' she babbled, unprepared with an answer. 'Crap he can't know I was on patrol with him just before!'
'Uh...DESIGNS!' she blurted loudly, her voice travelling around the entire room. Embarrassed, she lowered her voice. 'Yeah! I was...designing a new...line for the summer! Mhmm, it usually keeps me up way into the darker hours of the night.'
Chats ears perked up at this. 'Designs huh? May I take a look?' He always adored seeing his classmate's newest creations, they were all so unique and well thought out. Sometime in the future, he hoped that she could earn a scholarship from his dad, to help her dream become a success. She deserved it. 'I would love to see your latest masterpieces,' he admitted, not even bothering to hide the excited grin he knew he was already wearing. 'Not to brag, but I do have some knowledge in the area myself.' Chat flaunted his other hand in a pose, shrugging as he did so.
Marinette stared at him, surprise written all over her face. He appeared to be so eager at looking at a few mere scribblings on paper. 'Mmmm...sure?' she paused, remembering something important. 'Please don't let him see the hoodies, please don't let him see the hoodies.' She prayed to any god listening. Chat would not let this down and it'll ruin the surprise if he found them. Maybe she could quickly hide them before he saw. 'Uhm, lemme just, go get them!'
As Marinette began to walk to retrieve her portfolio she spotted her collage wall of her angel. 'HOLY MOTHER OF CHEESE SHIIIIIIIIIT ARGH HE CANNOT FIND THESE! HIDE HIDE HIDE THEM NOW MARINETTE AHHHHHHH. Why do I always manage to forget I have these up here when I know Chat's coming around?!' Marinette panicked, violently ripping every last photo of Adrien off her wall. She turned to look at Chat who seemed to be studying the other side of her room and quickly grabs all the posters, shoving them into the nearest draw and locking it with haste.
Marinette sighed, a drop of sweat falling down her temple. 'H-Here you go, Chat! Some of the winter stuff is in there, but most of the things I want to make for Summer should be in here too.' She explains, slightly red faced as she almost shoves the book into his chest, both of her arms stretched out and cradling the portfolio in her hands. In her mind she still pleaded, begging to all the heavens. 'Ehhh, don't find the hoodies I want to make for us for patrol...please don't see them!' She crossed her fingers while Chat took the portfolio and began to flick through, at a slower pace then she would have liked, his eyes sweeping over each design with equal and detailed attention.
'Wow Marinette,' Chat praised, his eyes sparkling with awe. 'These... are amazing. You're really talente-'
He cut off as he flipped a page. Marinette knew it before she saw it. 'Chat! NO DON'T LOOK AT I-'. Her shoulders dropped with her sigh. She was too late.
Chat was amazed. 'Oh...my...god... these are so cute and amazing.' he mentally squealed.
Chat Noir was now brimming with questions. 'Princess are these... Chat Noir hoodies?' The boy couldn't even wait for an answer as his eyes were too hungry for the sight of her talented designs. 'Wow...they're amazing... and Ladybug merch as well!' He exclaimed as he flipped the page. He returned his gaze back to her shy one.
'You're really creative. I am loving the ladybug sweater.' he winked, before he brought the page closer to his nose and continued to look on in awe.
Marinette stood frozen, she could feel her face heat up. 'I want to die in a pit stuck with Chloe. What do I say? What do I say?!'
'I was planning to make these for you and Ladybug as a surprise. It looks so cold out there at night, particularly in the winter...so I thought, y'know, as a gift, for all the saving you do for Paris, you deserve it.' she paused, rubbing her hand against her other sleeve. 'A-and the other stuff is just because I was bored. I don't know if I actually will make those. I only plan to make the Chat Noir and Ladybug hoodies.'
Chat Noir's eyes lingered on the girl in front of him, his features soft. He was filled with pride that this was the sort of person he was friends with. 'Wow Marinette, you really didn't have to do something like that...' She truly was a very good friend of his. But... 'hang on...' he thought, replaying her words back in his mind, and failing to see the solution. Chat turned to her again, raising a quizzical finger. 'Um, but, one question...how were you planning on delivering these to M'lady and I?'
Marinette thought about it in a split second. 'I would have given them to you to pass it on for me, silly!'
'Are you saying you would have waited up all night to catch us on patrol?' Chat teased but his forehead knitted together in slight concern.
'Actually, if it weren't for you being a sticky nosed cat, Ladybug would have just given it to you, but nooooooo,' Marinette quipped in her head. In reality she shrugged. 'Um...well yeah? Maybe? I'm always up doing homework or designs.'
Chat picked her up and spun her around without warning. 'You're such a bundle of generosity,' he laughed, placing her back down gently again. 'But...I am pawsitive that a purrincess such as yourself is in need of beauty sleep every meow and then.'
Marinette rolled her eyes at the length of puns. 'Hehe, thanks Chat Noir. It's the least I could do for our heroes. And about the sleep, I really do not mind at all.' she admitted bashfully. Nobody outside her friends really saw her designs, so getting approval from none other than a superhero was more than just a milestone. Marinette wanted to seal this feat forever, she felt the need to celebrate with food. 'So uh...I'm gonna go downstairs to get some cookies.' She informed him. Noticing he was simply standing there with nothing to do, she added, 'Feel free to browse...but don't snoop! I don't need anymore surprises revealed on your account.' She pointed her finger at him. Mentally adding at the end: 'Or you finding out about Tikki.'
'Oh uh...sure,' Chat gives the ravenette a grin as he watched her exit downstairs. As the top of her head disappears Chat sits down cross legged on the floor and began to angle his head around, getting a good view of the room, until his eyes caught on something. Perking his cat ears in curiosity, he hovered over to Marinette's desk, where a rather interesting photo lay.
'Is that...?' he confirmed his suspicions from picking up the clear picture of his own civilian face, flashing his dazzling fake smile back up at him.
His newest discovery left Chat conflicted with all kinds of emotions. 'She's just a friend, Adrien. She knows you personally, that's why she has a photo of you." He continued his search around the room, the more knowledge he absorbed from the surroundings, the deeper he sunk into confusion. 'But then why are there no pictures of anyone else?'
'Hmmmm...' He dragged his claws along the desk, casually strolling beside it until his fingers hit something, a clicking noise alerting him of what he'd touched. Chat looked down, noticing the space bar key on the keyboard sunk lower than the rest, and that his finger was precisely on top of said key. The computer buzzed alive, whirring a soft hum as the screen lit up instantly in brilliant hues of pink and Adrien. Adrien Agreste everywhere. His eyes widened and he could already feel his face burn red with embarrassment and shock.
He was so preoccupied he didn't notice the return of the owner of the computer. Marinette walked up the stairs after retrieving the cookies she had promised from the kitchen, setting the food out on a platter for them both to share. She was so happy that Chat had liked her designs, she now had full confidence to make the hoodies for them. Grinning, Marinette stepped onto her bedroom floorboards, immediately noticing the black leather back standing still in one place.
'He stayed still...wait, what is he looking at?' Marinette leaned her head sideways to get a better view. 'Why is my computer on?! Oh mon dieu no!' She blushed profusely, Chat had surely seen the mass collection of photos of Adrien, and must now be questioning what sort of person she was. Quietly, she mumbled. 'C-Chat...um...I brought cookies!' She mentally slapped herself. 'Yeah, Marinette, act as if he's not totally, definitely staring at all your obsessive pictures of Adrien Agreste. Maybe he didn't notice?'
Chat spun around, his focus snapping to Marinette, a mischievous smirk creeping onto his face. 'Why thank you purrincess.' he picked up a cookie, voice coated in sugar. 'May I add that I love the way you decorate your room but I couldn't help but notice a certain someone popping up a lot more than usual.' He moved his body sideways ever so slightly to reveal the screensaver behind him that was lit up. 'Have a little crush now do we?' he nearly sing-songed. 'Why am I doing this?' despite his cheeky attitude Chat began cursing himself 'and why do I feel sad? Why am I jealous of myself? NO YOU LOVE LB. Ugh!' a million questions began to race through his head and he scolded himself for every single one.
Marinette on the other hand, was conflicted for an answer that wouldn't out herself as a creepy fangirl. "Shit. That's it. Nope. Hawkmoth can have the earrings. I'm done.' She groaned, hitting her forehead as punishment for her carelessness. 'N-no! Jeez, Chat! You're such a Peeping Tom! I have so many photos because...' Inwardly, she spoke of the truth. 'I am completely in love with the most gorgeous boy in existence, with his kindness, acceptance, friendliness, generosity and humour...WAIT NO STOP IT!' She gulped. 'B-because of his father! Yeah, I l-like his father's designs and I always have ever since I was a child. Gabriel Agreste is my inspiration, and these here are my favourite designs that Gabriel has ever created. 'Mainly because Adrien wears them, but...he doesn't need to know that.'
'Uh huh...' Chat slowly nodded his tapped his chin with two fingers while one eyebrow rose questioningly. 'And that explains all the hearts surrounding the collage of photos?'
'W-well, I like hearts, okay?! Shoot me for it! I write a heart on my I's when I spell my name. Besides,' She leans in close to Chat's face, with a devilish smirk. 'I bet you have an even larger collage of a certain bug, hm? Or are you just a big flirt, trying to get some from pretty ladies?'
Marinette folded her arms triumphantly, stepping back a little to give some space before walking over to her chaise lounge and taking a seat with her legs crossed. She placed the tray down beside her and took one of the cookies, smirking still as she bit into it.
Chat Noir jumped back with a hand on his chest in mock concern. 'I am shocked and wounded at your accusation. Of course I have a larger collage of M'lady...' A devilish grin pulls at his face 'Two can purrlay at hiss game,' he thought cheekily, 'which is why I believe you owe your devotion to a certain picture perfect lover boy,' he pointedly waves his hand halfheartedly at the screen.
'Tch, Of course that mangy alley cat has shrines of me. Mon dieu that's really creepy...but then I'm kinda the same? BUT AT LEAST I KNOW ADRIEN!' Marinette battled to keep her face neutral at the comment. She finished the rest of her cookie and put her hands on her hips.
'Excuse me?! Adrien isn't just a picture perfect boy. Adrien is more than that. He's a kind, humble and supportive person, even though he is rich. He has never acted like Chloe, despite having known her before having ever attended public school, and has not become the kind of person that she is. He easily could have become that sort of person like Chloe, but he never has. He never uses his position, wealth or family to get his own way, nor does he try to intimidate other people because of it. He intentionally tries to place himself lower, onto our level, and tries to get to know us that way. He's kind, selfless, caring, and supportive. He'd go out of his way to help someone, with little to no real benefit to himself. He's smart, talented and...' she realised she had began to ramble 'too much, Mari, too much," she thought. Marinette huffed, 'he's just more than a picture perfect person. He's wonderful. So yeah, I do know Adrien properly, he's friends with me... 'hopefully more...'
Chats ego seemed to deflate, he was taken aback. 'She really thinks all that about me?' He smiled slightly. 'Wow he really seems like a cat above the rest.'
'I...uh...well. He has a special place in my heart.' Marinette noticed her friend's cat ears droop, a frown appearing on his face. She covered her laugh with her hand. 'Don't worry, Chat Noir, you also have a place there too,' she giggled, taking another cookie. 'I wish Adrien were here. He could eat cookies with me and it would be SO CUTE!' the thought entered her head before she knew it.
The two both sat in silence, Marinette's chewing the only sound in the room. 'So... What about Ladybug? How do you know she's purrfect for you?' the girl asked, preferring a conversation rather than awkward silence.
'Well Ladybug is Ladybug with or without the mask. I have loved her from the first day we fought together. I saw a girl who was terrified and doubtful turn into the bravest person I've ever met. She is not afraid to put herself in harm's way. She is smart, witty and overall amazing. She is determined, insightful and always looks out for others before herself,' Chat began to lose himself in thought of his lady. 'And I honestly don't care if she doesn't see me the same way I see her because I will always have her back. Everyone, no matter how big, brave and confident they appear to be, needs someone to fall back on. That's why every time we fight, every time I get to see her again, she makes me want to be better than I was the day before.
Marinette slackened at his words "So...so he wasn't just being a big flirt? He's really in love with me?!' Guilt washed over her. 'Oh no, I'm leading this poor kitty on. Too bad I cannot tell him that his love will never be accepted, because it already belongs to my sweet Adrien.' She sighed, feeling sorry for Chat and his affection to someone who wasn't who he thought she was. 'But how do you know she's normally Ladybug? You don't personally know her. What if she was as bad as me, "Clumsinette Dupain-AgrCHENG!" Dupain Cheng?' Marinette mentally high-fived herself. 'Phew, that was close. Nearly confirmed to him his suspicions out of habit.'
'Everything new that I find out about her only makes me feel more fur her and if she was anything like you under the mask that would only secure it,' Chat snapped out of his daze as he realised what he had just said, his eyes widening.
Marinette froze. 'Mon dieu. He's in too deep! HE'S IN TOO DEEP!'
Chat cleared his throat and tried to recover. 'By that I mean that no matter who she is under the mask it would be a blessing to know,' he rubbed the back of his head and gave a little nervous laugh. A blush spread along his cheeks.
Marinette also blushed, failing for words. 'Oh. Eheheheh yeah. 'Cause, um...heh, yeah...cookie?'
'Thank you' was all he could muster as he picked up the offered cookie and sat back down on the floor in his cross legged position. He takes a nibble out of the cookie, being careful not to let crumbs land anywhere.
'This is weird.' Marinette thought. 'I have to tell him before he gets hurt. Chat's a sweet guy, he doesn't deserve that kind of bad luck. It's my fault. But I can't tell him who I am either! Hawkmoth could exploit the knowledge and our friends and family could get hurt. Adrien could get hurt. The kitty will have to suffer, if it means Adrien won't.'
She looked at the cat near her legs and laughed "Wow, Chat, you eat really quickly. Elegantly, but quickly. Do your parents even let you have sweets? It looks as if you've never eaten a cookie before! It's a snack, not a 5 star meal being judged. You can eat it as messily as you want!'
Chat looked at the ground. 'Oh sorry, guess its just habit is all.' He lifted his head and grinned up at her 'I'm also kinda hungry after the patrol.'
'Yeah well, understandable, I guess. You do a lot of travelling rooftops, guess that's pretty tiring on your iddy biddy body. In the house of Marinette you don't need to eat as if you've been raised like a model. Enjoy!' She smiled sweetly.
Chat fake gasped. 'Excuuuuse meee purrrrinnceesss. "Iddy biddy"? I'll have you know that my body is ripped.' He grunted, flexing his muscles in funny poses playfully.
Marinette giggled to herself. 'Psssh, "ripped". Yeah right. He's probably only half as ripped as Adrien is.' But she decided to play along with his antics; putting on a fake high pitch, airy voice 'Oh, wow! Chat Noir! You're soooo ripped.' she giggled 'I bet your lady fawns over you, riiight? Hmmmm?'
Chat stood up and perched himself on the chaise next to her in what seemed to be less than a second. He was leaning in, his face inches away from hers, suddenly serious.
Marinette was paralysed. 'Eh?! What!? What is he doing?'
He looked her straight in her blue-bell eyes, slight pain concealed in his own 'Why do we do this?' he asked her in a low voice.
'D-do what?' she nearly whispered back. Meanwhile, Marinette was having a small heart attack with the sudden drastic change of atmosphere and Chat's behaviour. Also, 'Ehhhh he smells like Adrien. WHY DOES HE SMELL LIKE ADRIEN? Yeah that's exactly what you should be focusing on now, Marinette.'
'Why do we pine after people who don't ever see us?' His voice was small, intimate. 'Why do we put ourselves through this?' Chats eyes locked with Marinette's, unconsciously leaning closer, closer towards her sweet scent. His hand bracing himself on the couch.
Marinette remained still, leaning back as he leaned forward. She looked at Chat, seeing his pained expression on his face. "Does he...know who I am?! Uh...uh...I CANT THINK WITH HIM SMELLING LIKE ADRIEN! Uhh...' Marinette looked away from Chat's curious eyes. His eyes were just too much to handle. 'Chat...' Marinette whispered.
'Someone as sweet as you doesn't deserve their heart to be broken by someone like him,' He takes Marinette's hand, and leans in so their noses are nearly touching. Their breaths mingle together. 'You deserve so much better than someone like him,' His lips were parted ever so slightly but he pulled away. Chat let her hand go and tilted his head away ashamed 'Someone like me...'
Marinette immediately picked up his undertones of shame. 'Chat, you're a wonderful person. Don't put yourself down like that.'
'I'm sorry.' He stands up to move away, 'I think it might be best that I go. Besides, you need sleep.' Chat sighed, ready to turn away from what might be another mistake of his. 'What was that? Did I just...? I am a bastard."
'Chat, wait!' Marinette leaned forward before Chat could take a step and grabbed his leather hand. Chat turned to face her, a mixture of shame, curiosity and longing twisted onto his face. 'I-I'm sorry for calling you a flirt before. You really do care for Ladybug.' She looked at the ground sadly, the ground beneath her freezing her feet. But she didn't care. She needed to tell Chat what he needed to hear, even if it wasn't from the right person. 'I'm sure she just takes you for granted without realising. To her, you're probably the most trustworthy person she can confide in, the one that will listen to all of her fears and deepest secrets. If she were here, she would probably be thanking you for being quite possibly the best partner anyone could have had. You're important to her...and to me.' Marinette pulled the hero towards her and wrapped herself around his torso, squeezing him ever so slightly in comfort.
Hesitantly, he placed his hands on Marinette's back; accepting the hug as he took in shaky breaths. Marinette removed herself from the embrace. 'Thank you... Marinette,' he told her.
'Go home, Kitty. Get some rest. But first...' She dashed downstairs to grab a brown paper bag, shoving all the leftover cookies in the bag. Each one she touched still felt warm in the centre. She smiled, glad that they were still going to be fresh for Chat Noir.
Running back upstairs, slightly out of breath, she bounced on the balls of her feet and offered the bag to her feline friend. 'Can't let you leave without a parting gift, eh?'
'I... uh...' he tentatively takes the bag. "Even now she still caring... anyone else would have slapped me from here to the moon.' Chat smiled, warmth rising up to his cheeks. 'Thank you.' The cat bowed his head, beginning to walk up the stairs to the balcony, before he paused half-way, reminded of his manners and the way he was raised. 'Sweet dreams, Marinette' He wished to her before he continued his walk of self loathing. He walked across her balcony and jumped up onto the railing, taking in the Parisian night.
Marinette hugged herself, the cold night making her skin flush pink. 'You too. Oh and Chat?'
The hero crouched down and looked behind him at the bluenette. 'Hmm?'
She walked over next to him before leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. 'Sweet dreams, Chaton,' she whispers, winking.
He looked at Marinette and smiled, watching her retreat back into her room to the warm escape of her bed. Shaking himself out of his daze he managed to leap of the building to his trek home, growing colder the closer he got. The recent thoughts of his actions returned to him, clouding all of his thoughts as he automatically retreated back to his house on instinct. 'I am a bastard. What is wrong with me?!'
All the while, back in Marinette's room, the young girl was going through a similar whirlpool of emotions "I am dead, soooo very dead. Why cant those two just be the same person?!"
